Stand up

It went alright. Not bad. It didn't go badly, and I guess that's all I really needed. The thing was an open mic so it wasn't a comedy audience exclusively. The reviews were better than the laughs which I'd like to blame on the atmosphere, so I'll ignore the inconvenient fact that all the reviews came from people I know. Really though, it wasn't that bad. A friend taped it, so you can judge for yourself. If it's too big to post online, IM me and I'll send it over to you (I haven't gotten it yet though). Thanks to the people who came out and the people who asked but said they "couldn't" get on a plane and show up for this momentous event. Airplanes are pretty common these days, you know. Look into them, why don't you?

I definitely wasn't the funniest act of the night though. Can you say "poetry?"

It's really hard to describe this in writing. I'm going to post a line or two that almost sent me over the edge cracking up while this poor schmo was onstage, but you had to have been there. It's my guess where the lines come in.

Pain.
Like the window pane
On which we spit our
Vegetable burritos.
It's wrong the thing
that separates man from
pain is a small, thin
sheet of glass.

This went on for some time. Then, right after him...

War.
Peace.
What the fuck?

And so on. The second guy did one poem and one "skit." The skit was him rambling about some teacher thinking he's drawn a great cow in an example of a problem on the board, so he goes crazy and starts drawing lots of cows. And meanwhile, the students thought about their boxers.

I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.